A sharp voice was heard from the depths of the corridor and before he could respond, Tzoulis, the tall, hurried man, passed by him like a tornado, disrupting the order in which the attendance sheets had been arranged in the section of the library that had not yet been repaired and would host for a while the creatures that had not yet found their destination – regardless of the kingdom they belonged to. “Good morning to you too, sir!” replied the tiny, tender creature who allowed himself to steal a few grains of time from the tasks he had to supervise and take a quick look at Psychoilos.
“Shall I have you prepared some of the special purple tonic herb, sir?”, added the tired creature, standing next to him, arranging his sparse white hair that was torn in front of his forehead, restraining himself from the temptation to drink the specific time scroll for the third time – far above the limit carved on the tree with the contraindications, right above the infirmary.
“Mmm, purple … no, not purple … it makes me cautious, better green. Yes! that’s it, green! for some reason it makes me more optimistic and I don’t have to avoid the odd number of stones on the city sidewalks and today I don’t have a single grain of sand to waste!
“green is it, GREEN is it!” the assistants jumped from behind the large marble kitchen counter and immediately emptied the filters they had prepared until then, into the wooden garbage chute.
“wink – wink!”, was heard from the depths of the floor that had no doors to the rooms, like some polite French gesture, as the first peacocks vacated their seats, delighted by the warm pomegranate milk they had successfully prepared and could move on to the lessons of the next hourglass.
“Get it, Jules! I don’t know what they want from me anymore! I’m not an expert in kite making and yet this is the only and continuous order I have. I do nothing more than measure their angles and add the materials according to their wishes. But how is it possible that I’m lucky in this, when what I’ve always wanted is to carve statues, I wanted it so much that I was convinced that I saw signs on the paths in the forest of the Centaurs. They have the answers! They! They can’t have played with me … and yet …”
“I know how you feel sir, you can’t even see the green broth I’ve prepared for you, because as we speak it has become transparent …”
“It’s as if I didn’t choose, but the call came to me”
“Do not be discouraged,” replied the creature with deep yellow, expressive eyes, “the delay does not mean that you have been denied the right to retrace the path of the Centaurs. Perhaps it is a matter of faith, sir – when does one become sure of one’s faith, in difficult times!”, he added and offered him a new mixture of broth.
“My dear Julius!”, replied the Psychoelos with a look of gratitude and opened his fist for the little creature to climb. “If it weren’t for you, this place would have collapsed and now we’re accepting new apprenticeship applications!” Jules slipped, thus finding his way back to the gallery at the root of the oldest tree and smiled, slightly pleased with himself. He turned back for a moment and threw a few words into the air:
“Intention determines its outcome, not the materials, at least in our world…” and this time he disappeared into the impassable space of the marble chamber, skipping a few more steps…
